Page 55 of Ruthless Secrets
Marco’s eyes darken.
“Is this the friend who cheated with your fiancé?”
I can’t help but snort. “Definitely not. That was Jess, and I haven’t spoken to her or Adam since…”
I find that I can’t finish that sentence. As much as I like to think that the memory of my failed wedding has been replaced by the incredible night I shared with Marco, it hasn’t.
I look at Marco. “I’m surprised you remember that.”
“I remember everything about that night.”
My heart is pounding in my chest as memories from that night flood my mind.
I might not remember everything thanks to all the tequila I drank, but I remember the important parts. Like what it was like to feel the weight of Marco’s body on top of me…
I sink my nails into the palm of my hand to give my brain something else to focus on. “So, can I tell Sam where I am?”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Sam will call the cops if I just up and vanish, so if I can’t tell her where I am, I at least have to tell her something.”
“Fine. But you should text her, and I need to see the message.”
I think about arguing further, but the deep frown on Marco’s face makes me stop.
Last night was terrifying, and I know that he’s only trying to protect me and Zoe.
We’ve both decided to start fresh and that means building trust.
Marco shifts in his place. “And I’m going to need your phone once you’re done.”
“What? Why?”
“I need to have Jax look it over, check for any bugs and tracking chips.”
I gasp. “You think someone bugged my phone?”
“We have to cover all bases here, Clara. I don’t want you to worry, but I also need you to be cautious. That’s why it’s important that you don’t tell your friend the truth. For your sakeandhers.”
He’s right. The last thing I want is for Sam to get caught in this mess too.
I grab my phone off the bedside table and quickly type out a text to her, letting her know that I’ve gone out of town for a few days on a hospitality management course, and that Zoe has come with me. I figure it’s a solid reason that won’t have her asking too many questions.
Once I’m done and Marco has approved the message, I turn my phone off and hand it over.
“Good girl.”
A shiver runs down my spine at his words.
If I wasn’t so tired, I’m sure I would feel embarrassed by how much I liked being praised by Marco.
He gets to his feet. “I’ll leave you two girls to it. I’ll be in Andre’s office if you need anything.”
Once Marco shuts the door behind him, I decide to climb back into bed and take a nap too. Though this time, my sleep isn’t plagued by nightmares. It’s plagued by Marco.
Chapter Thirteen
MARCO
